Authors: Beth Ashworth
Bringing her hand up to her forehead she g
ave him a weak smile. “I'm okay,” she replied as the effects of the alcohol in her system started to slowly catch up on her. Her legs wobbled precariously as she swayed from side to side.
The bouncer released his hold in time for Marco to reach Ashley before she fell. He snaked a hand around her waist and place
d his other on her upper back. “Could you help me get a taxi?” He turned towards the bouncer and gestured to the nearby lift.
~
The late night air was bitingly cold as both Marco and Ashley stepped from the bar and into the street. A whistling breeze rushed past their ears making them both flinch from the unexpected shock.
“
Over here,” the bouncer called, holding open a door to a waiting taxi for them.
“
Grazie
,” Marco thanked, gently easing Ashley's limp body inside.
She fell awkwardly across the seat, her head slumping against the window. A groan escaped her lips at the feel of
the cool glass coming in contact with the side of her face.
“
Windmill Gardens in North Greenwich please,” Marco instructed the taxi driver as he closed the door and tried to adjust Ashley's comatose form. Placing his hand under the back of her neck, he lifted her face from the glass and tilted her towards him.
“
I'm sorry,” she giggled, falling into his side. The closeness of their bodies brought a spark back into her eyes. “Tonight didn't really go as planned, did it?” She snuggled her head into his shoulder and welcomed the touch of his hand as he placed it against her lower back.
She felt his chin lower into her hair and his deep inhale.
“It was certainly entertaining,
bella
. Although I do think we may have had a little bit too much to drink.”
“
It was all your fault,” she smiled, prodding her finger into his chest. “You were the one that bought the drinks, so it's your fault that we are both drunk.”
“
You may be right.”
“
I know I am.”
“
Do you know how awfully bold you are once you’ve had a drink?”
Ashley lifted her head from his should
er and fixed him with a glare. “No I’m not,” she replied, an element of cheekiness in her tone.
“
Oh, yes you are. You told me that, and I quote... 'You’ve always liked me' in the bar,” he said with inverted hand gestures.
A pink hue rose in her cheeks.
“I didn't say that. I-I...” The recollection surfaced to the forefront of her brain. “Oh my God,” she breathed. “Marco, I'm so sorry, it must have just slipp
—
”
Dipping his head, he pressed his lips to her mouth to silence her.
Although a mixture of surprise and shock registered across her face from his unexpected ambush, Ashley still parted her lips to return Marco's kiss. She moaned softly as his tongue slid across the joining of their mouths. He brought the taste of whiskey with him, the strong alcohol teasing her taste buds.
She felt his hand winding around the back of her neck, his fingertips applying soft pressure at the nape to force her head closer. He
sealed the connection between them further. There was nowhere for her to escape... not that she wanted to anyway.
The skilful and rhythmic probe of his tongue was enough to leave her wanting more. He nipped at her bottom lip gently, sucking the flesh between his teeth before releasing it with a deep groan.
Pulling away from her mouth, he used his thumb to wipe away the glistening moisture from his lips.
“
We’re back,” he announced, pushing some money towards the taxi driver. “Let me help you upstairs,
dolcezza
.” He fixed her with a stare that slowly disintegrated her insides into mush. It was a dark and heavy look that filled her completely with fear and excitement. She could see it in his eyes... he wasn't done with her yet.
~
Ashley managed to break away from Marco's lips long enough for her to slide the key into the lock and open the front door. Giving it a hard shove, the door swung wildly on its hinges before it smashed loudly into the internal wall.
Staggering into the flat with their mouths still
fused, Marco flung his hand behind him to reach blindly for the handle. Refusing to break away from the kiss, he did eventually connect his hand with the side of the door after numerous attempts and pushed it closed.
Ashley reached for his suit jacket, her hands sliding inside of the silky material to grasp at the firmness of his shoulders. She squeezed sharply, her nails scratching through the white cotton shirt he wore underneath. It needed to come off... all of it needed to be removed.
Jolting her wrists upwards, she shrugged the jacket from his shoulders so that it fell into a crumpled pile on the floor behind him. Automatically, her hands drifted to his shirt, her fingers impatiently tugging at the almost never ending trail of buttons.
Marco pulled
away from her lips to grab hold of the hem on her top. Immediately she raised her hands as he started to work the material up and over her breasts before he removed it completely.
Without saying a word, Marco trailed his fingers along both shoulder straps on her bra until he reached the cups. His fingertips tightened on the pieces of material as he gently pulled
and allowed the straps to fall.
Ashley registered the quickening rise and fall of her chest as Marco's wandering hands gripped the front of her bra. She couldn't breathe properly. Her lungs felt as if they were almost about to explode from the vast amount of air she inhaled as he pulled at each cup to reveal her small but pert breasts.
“
Bellissima
.”
She sucked in a sharp breath when he cupped her fully.
“Ashley...”
Marco scraped his thumbs over the tips of her hardening nipples. He wasn't gentle by any means, the roughness of his touch sending bites of pain along each of her nerve endings until they ultimately reached the finishing point between her thighs.
“Marco... I...” Ashley tried to catch her breath, but instead released a mewing sound of pleasure mixed with pain as he dipped his head to nip at the underside of her breast. He teased and tormented her with his mouth as he grazed hungrily against her sensitive skin.
A burning agony spiralled in the peaks of her nipples as his thumbs continued to play their game of torture.
She shifted awkwardly in her heels and pressed her chest further towards his eager mouth. She needed to be nearer to him so that he could touch her properly. She wanted him to touch
all
of her body.
Seeming to get her silent pleas, Marco circled his arms around Ashley's waist and lifted her
against him. Instinctively, she locked her legs around his hips and pressed her breasts into his chest.
“
Bedroom,” she breathed, cocking her head towards the hallway.
Marco stumbled forward with Ashley perched precariously in his arms. The alcohol was still running thick through both of their systems.
He eyed the seemingly long hallway, before his eyes darted to the nearby sofa and his decision was made.
Lowering her onto the cool leather sofa cushio
ns, Marco dropped to his knees beside her so that he could admire the perfect outline of her chest.
Ashley lolled her head back
wards onto a nearby pillow as Marco dipped his head and flicked his tongue lightly over one of her engorged nipples. She could feel her breasts growing heavier as they started to swell from the excitement and arousal he continued to worship over her body. With each slick movement from his tongue, Ashley found it increasingly harder to contain how vocal she was becoming.
“
Oh... Oh...”
She moaned at the feeling of Marco's trailing fingers as he set a path towards the waistband of her
leggings. The sensation of his fingernails scraping against her bare skin filled her with anticipation as he lightly circled her navel.
Lifting his head from her breast, he
gave her a lopsided grin and placed his palm flat against her lower stomach. “
Tesoro,
you do know what is about to happen,
si
?”
Ashley writhed beneath his stare, unable to contain the incessant throbbing that had stirred between her legs.
She needed him to touch her. Her body practically craved for some form of relief as she rubbed her legs together.
“
Marco.”
“
Si
,
bella?”
“
I want you to fuck me,” she demanded.
A light chuckle emanated from the back of Marco's throat as his deft fingers worked quickly to pull
down her leggings. Bunching them around her lower legs, he placed his hand on the top of her knee and spread her thighs apart.
“
Is this what you want?” He lowered his head and nuzzled the side of her neck as his fingers slipped over the cotton material of the thong she wore.
As
hley bucked beneath Marco's touch and a soft whimper escaped her lips as he traced the crease of her opening. She could feel how damp her underwear had become as he pressed the material into her skin. There was definitely no denying how much he turned her on and how much she needed him right now.
His touch drifted towards the edge of her thong. Gripping the mate
rial in his hand, he pulled her underwear to the side to expose her bare folds to his gaze. Running two fingers over her opening, he waited for her slight gasp before choosing the right moment to plunge knuckle deep inside of her.
She
cried out at the overwhelming sensations flooding her body. The speed and intensity of Marco's hand was almost too much for her to handle. Her previous long moans had since been replaced with high pitched cries and pleas for him to give her the release she yearned for.
She wanted this.
Her body needed this.
“
I'm so close,” she groaned, her hands clawing at the leather sofa beneath her. She was probably going to leave some scratch marks, but she didn't care. Right now, her mind was locked firmly on Marco's hand and how he was continuing to drive her wild.
“
Bella.
”
She heard Marco’
s heavy breaths as he pressed his thumb against her clit. He was pushing her closer to the point of release, the pressure from his fingers precise and enough to escalate Ashley’s already writhing body to the point of uncontrollable pleasure.
A cry ripped from the back of her throat as the convulsions from her orgasm hit with vigorous force. “Oh, shit!” she whimpered, allowing the pressure to consume her completely.
Closing her eyes, she rode along the endless waves of bliss as each delicious spasm pumped her with more and more toe curling pleasure. Her body jerked and shuddered until he had drawn every last tremor out of her.
Regaining her composure, Ashley opened
her eyes to meet Marco’s hungry stare. There was an indescribable darkness that had settled over the already deep colour of his irises. It was unnerving, yet completely erotic.
“
Take it all off,” Marco commanded, nodding towards her underwear and leggings.
As she complied, he raised his hands to shrug off his already unbuttoned shirt, baring his chest to her greedy little eyes.
“And those,” Ashley replied, her eyes drifting towards the expanding bulge in his trousers.
Marco
cocked his head to the side. “Do you want me to get naked,
tesoro
?” he asked, licking his lips. He placed his hands on the waistband of his trousers and ever so slowly unbuttoned and unzipped himself to reveal a pair of fitted black boxer trunks. Delving his hand inside, he grasped hold of his erection with a drunken smirk. “Let me just get my wallet,” he said, stumbling over to his crumpled suit jacket.
Drunk or not... he still cared about their protection which she liked.
Locating his wallet from an inside pocket, he flicked through the various notes until a flash of silver caught her eye. He pulled out the condom packet and shrugged his boxers to the floor. Tearing open the wrapper, she watched as he sheathed himself completely.
Ashley found herself unable to tear her eyes away from the
sight of Marco's solid shaft as he rhythmically began to pump it with his hand. Her attention was completely captivated by each ripple and jolt his body made as he pushed himself harder.
“
Enjoying the show
, cara?
” he teased.
She averted her eyes as her cheeks started to flame.
The sofa dipped as
Marco sat down and gestured for her to straddle him. He offered her his hand which she accepted gratefully as she climbed into his lap. Her pussy rubbed against the thickness of his cock, the lubricated condom helping him to slide over the wetness of her opening with ease.